*Mitch's point of view*
This is going to be priceless, I think to myself as Scott and I exit the movie theater. We've just gotten out of a really scary midnight premiere so, based on past experiences, he's either really hungry or really horn-
Ew, stop it. Don't say that word, Mitchell, I mentally reprimand myself before glancing up at Scott to try and figure out which one he's feeling. Judging by the way he's keeping one hand in my front pocket and the other holding mine, I'm guessing it's the latter.
That's good with me. Just makes my plan easier.
*Three days ago*
It's two in the morning and I cannot sleep. I don't know if it's too much coffee or nightmares or whatever, but my mind refuses to relax. So naturally, I go for the first thing that comes to mind. tumblr.
In my current state of too-tired-to-sleep, I click over to an account called 'make_him_melt' and start scrolling down their page. Lots of this stuff is super cliché, like breakfast in bed or movie night, but I come across one bright yellow post that catches my eye. It simply says 'Make eye contact and eat a banana in an otherwise casual setting.' It's so blatant but still innocent at the same time that I almost laugh out loud before I remember that Scott is sleeping right next to me. Scott. He will absolutely die.
This is sooooo happening.
*Present time*
"Hey Scott, are you hungry?" I ask him with innocent eyes. He knows that I know he's not hungry for food right now, but apparently decides to play along. Leaning down close to my ear, his voice takes on a husky cadence that makes me shiver.
"Starving. What's on the menu? I could go in on a cheeseburger. Or a handcuffed brunette. Yes, definitely the second option. Where could I get one of those?"
I smirk at him but ignore the innuendo and remove myself from his arms so I can get in the car. After we are both seated I put my hand on his thigh and lean over the center console to kiss him slowly. Once he is thoroughly flustered and out of breath, I reply to his smutty comment, speaking softly against his lips.
"Easy there, wolfy. At least wait until we get home." I use the voice that I know has him struggling to contain himself, but pull away when he makes a grab for my waist. I sit back in my seat and turn on the radio only to hear Beyoncé's 'Partition' blasting through the speakers. This just gets better and better.
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As soon as we get within five feet of the apartment door, Scott is pushing my jacket off of my shoulders and pinning me to the hallway wall with his lips. It takes everything I have to will my hands up to his chest and push him back slightly.
"What- what's wrong?" he pants, immediately moving his attention to my neck once he gets the words out.
"Nothing, except the fact that there is a very homophobic old lady behind the door across from us. Plus, we have to get Wyatt out of the bedroom before we use it for anything risqué," Scott lifts his head from where his teeth were busy with my ear and takes a deep breath before pushing himself off the wall and looking at me.
"How do you know Wyatt's in the bedroom?"
"Because he's Wyatt. He always sleeps on my pillow when we leave," I reply.
"Good point. Why is it that you're the best at this sensual stuff but you always keep the clearest head? Totally not fair." He turns to the door and pushes inside the dark apartment.
"You go get Wyatt. I'll be in the kitchen," I use the voice again to make sure he does what I say. Scott gives me the 'please don't make me wait much longer' look and disappears to complete his task.
It's go time.
I remove my jacket and undo the top button of my shirt, making sure he'll be able to see my collar bones. He's got a thing for them, and anytime I wear a shirt that shows them off he makes me change so that no one can see them but him. It's kinda hot, really.
I move into the kitchen and grab a banana from the fruit bowl on the counter, almost losing it when I imagine his expression when he sees me here. Speaking of which...
I put on a seductive face and open my shirt a little more when I hear his footsteps coming down the hall. When I'm sure he can see me, I begin to slowly peel the banana. After running the tip of my tongue from the bottom to the top, I glance up to see a red faced Scott completely fixated on me. I can tell his hands are beginning to shake and he won't be able to control himself much longer. He wants me bad.
After two more minutes of watching the show, he has finally had enough. He crosses the kitchen in two long strides and takes the banana from my hand, the look on his face a million times better than I expected it to be. Shock, disbelief, lust. Definitely something to hold over his head later.
He digs his fingernails into the bare skin of my back and kisses me hard on the mouth, pushing me into the counter with his hips. As the kiss deepens, he lifts me up by my waist and I wrap my legs around his body. Hands everywhere and breathing ragged, he carries me into the bedroom and throws me down on the mattress so that I'm laying on my stomach. Seconds later, I hear a clicking sound and feel cold metal bite into my wrists as my hands are cuffed behind my back, just as promised.
Thank you, tumblr.
A/N
Hey guys! I'm back and Ihave lots and lots of prompt ideas jammed up in my brain from being gone so long, so there will be frequent updates probably. Also, can we just talk about @DeanneAdams for a second? She's written three books and she's working on a fourth all in the same series and they are LIFE. Definitely go read them if you haven't yet. The writing is amazing and she uses proper grammar and stuff so it's actually fun to read. Um, that's it, I guess. Thank you all for being so lovely and amazing!
